Isam Hussain

Rookie - 33 Points (8-12-1938 / Iraq)

What Is Left? - Poem by Isam Hussain

When the icy hand of Death
rests on you, draining all warmth,
when achievements come to a halt
and dreams are brought to nought,
mortal being, what is left?

Do not console yourself
with hope of an afterlife;
nor be smug, boast and say:
no regrets, I did it my way.
Mortal being, what is left?

Soon it will be cold,
no time to waste, think hard.
Soon it will be dark,
retrace your steps, think back.
Mortal being, what is left?

Death allows you one last thought,
don’t dismiss it
and go silent into that cold night;
confess it
and let the truth ring out.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 21, 2013


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